Crimson Madness #1 ⚖️: Commencement || SVT CRIME AU

27: Insulting Him

Narrator's POV

It's a mundane morning to them. The seven men ate their breakfast in silence and one of them had dropped off Nari to her school. Right after that, it was time for the show to go on which Seungcheol will run.

It's not a big deal to six of them, but to Jeonghan, it partly is since he's a public figure, although he has done this countless of times already. Nonetheless, he still does it because Seungcheol's a good, loyal friend and he's happy to work for him since Seungcheol's father the one who got him his dream job which is to be an artist.

"So, are we ready to go?" Junhui asked as he spun a dagger between his fingers, while leaning against the wall, waiting for his colleagues.

"It's show time, baby," Wonwoo chuckled with a smirk as he wore his leather gloves.

As they were busy packing in the living room, a loud doorbell interrupted them. Jihoon made his way to the foyer and peeked through the thick, beige curtains that hung on the vast windows. "There's a guy right here with a bag," he announced as the remaining six trailed behind him.

"Open the door, then," Seungcheol ordered which Jeonghan did comply with. A lanky guy in a long sleeves and khakis have tossed a black, duffel bag on the floor.

"My boss says that he doesn't want to meet with you and he prefers to just reconciliate with cash," he rudely asserted, but before he could even walk off. Junhui had grabbed his hair, pulling it.

"Nu-uh, not so fast there, skinny," Junhui said as the man winced in pain, dragging him inside the foyer before shutting the door.

"Aw! I was just ordered to deliver that!" He exclaimed.

"Jun, let go of him," Wonwoo scolded as Junhui rolled his eyes before complying.

Joshua had knelt down and opened the big, black bag that revealed cold, hard cash of grands. "That's a lot of doughs right there," Soonyoung muttered in surprise.

Seungcheol furrowed his eyebrows in fury. "What the hell is this?" he asked, turning to the guy who had delivered.

"He just said that he doesn't want to meet you and he would prefer—" Before he could even finish his sentence, Seungcheol could not contain his anger and had already threw a knife which landed on the wall, beside his face.

The man stood still as he leaned against the wall. There was silence in the house, everyone fell into a deep state of silence since they sensed their boss' rage. Seungcheol clenched his jaw as he walked towards the man.

"Tell your boss that he can't just buy me out like this," he remarked as he pulled the knife that plunged through the wall. The man nodded his head, frantically and responded with a: "Y-yes, I will,"

"Get out," Seungcheol ordered as his voice drops an octave. The man hurriedly opened the door and ran, but before but before he could even get far. Seungcheol had fired a shot right to his head, making him fall onto the concrete; drenched in his own blood that had gushed out from his head.

"No one offends me like this in my fucking territory," he muttered before walking away and stuffing his gun back inside his pocket. Joshua, being his assistant, followed him. Jeonghan took a moment to sigh and clamp his eyes shut before trailing behind too.

"What do you want to do with the body?" Junhui asked, unbothered.

"Burn the body,"

"As for the head?" Seungcheol smirked as he looked over his shoulder.

"The usual,"

***

"Sir, the bag was returned," Mongjo, the acting boss had stopped his smoking session as his assistant entered the office.

"What? why? Seungcheol didn't accept it?" His assistant had tossed the bag on his desk.

"Yeah, seems like that," Mongjo stood up and opened the bag, only to be greeted with a head of his underling, drenched in blood; eyes still wide open and mouth agape.

Mongjo was startled as he saw the head and the cash, also drenched in blood. "Fucking hell," he cussed under his breath.

"That fucking asshole is so arrogant, how could he do such things—get rid of that shit!" Mongjo plopped down on his swivel chair as his assistant had grabbed the bag.

"You must've offended him, you should've just made amends in person," his assistant advised.

Mongjo scoffed. "Amends, my ass," he continued smoking the blunt as he raised both of his feet up on the desk.

***

Back in the office, Seungcheol had sat down on his swivel chair, a few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned and his tie is loosen while his feet is up on his desk. He laid there, drinking his whiskey in silence while Jeonghan sat on the sofa, Joshua stood against the door to make sure no one will barge inside.

"What he did was offensive, but let's lay for now since that head serves as another warning," Seungcheol trailed off.

"Finally," Jeonghan sighed.

"I was expecting you to act so harshly," he added as Seungcheol scoffed.

"I'm not that fucking stupid,"

The three of them had nothing to do for the day anyways since they cleared out everything for the meeting which was cancelled, due to Mongjo's stupid plan of delivering cash as a reconciliation. Seungcheol was offended by it, not only he felt like he was being bought, but it was disrespectful and rude to not show up.

Time past by so fast, the seven of them sat by the dining area to have afternoon snacks when Nari came home. "Oh, finally home, little red," Junhui greeted as she walked past them, not even sparing a glance as she made her way to the kitchen where she got a bottle of water.

She hastily made her way upstairs, not even sparing attention the seven guys. "She's still not okay, is she?" Junhui asked as he diverted his gaze at Joshua who had picked her up.

"Yeah, she didn't even say a single word for the whole ride," Joshua responded as he entered the dining area.

Seungcheol silently took a sip of his coffee as he thought: I kind of want to change my mind for the trauma that Mongjo had left to Nari; she doesn't deserve this.

***

When everyone was asleep, Seungcheol sat in his swivel chair in his office as he contemplates about what happened. He stifle a sigh as he picks up the telephone and dials a number.

"Hello, sir?"

"Ryejong, I need you to do something for me but don't let anyone know about it especially Joshua and Jeonghan since they'll just contradict me for it,"

"At your service, sir,"